Your Game

A mass of checkered black and white;
I'm sprawling in the battlefield of your mind.
You finger me and I fight boredom in your stead;
You pick and drop me at your will,
But I cannot fathom your strategy still.
Thus I lie in hopeful wait,
Anticipating how you'd manipulate
The roaring emptiness that is me.
Yes please, do set me free
For I am but a lifeless pawn
In the greater scheme of your Game.
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I can't believe how rampant piracy is; Coldplay's X & Y is up for downloading daaaaaays before its official release date. No wonder record companies are crying out bloody blue murder. (Ok I'm guilty of infringing copyright laws too. But I'll eventually get the album. =P)
Read RollingStone's review here